Wheels Within

I am attending an SCA event this weekend, driving down with my lord, one of his vassals, and one of my dearest friends. It's a short-ish trip, but with my joint issues and recovering from the dental work, I am a bit more trepidatious than I might usually be. Last year, Garet and I took the train down, and it was a gorgeous trip. Travelling by train is more adventuresome than driving; it has a charm to it that driving does not. That said, we left at a ridiculous hour. This time we are leaving mid morning, instead of before dawn. That said, the scenery of watching the sun rise as we sped southward was elevating and ennervating. In addition, I had a hard time at the last Twelfth Night I attended: going to larger events in distant parts of the realm, and any hotel-based event feels, just... weird to me. I feel out of place and not really welcome. I spent much of last year's Twelfth Night sitting in a nook in the lobby, crocheting by myself. I am very glad to at least have t...